I ain't saying you're a liar, because that wouldn't be polite. But I'll tell you this, ma'am. If I loved liars, I'd hug you to death.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

I ain't saying you're a liar, because that wouldn't be polite. But I'll tell you this, ma'am. If I loved liars, I'd hug you to death.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

A weed is a plant out of place.

I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.